[Verse One: Jay-Z]As a young and dumb man, gun in the waistSold crack to those who couldn't take the painAnd had to numb it with basteCouldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chaseI needed something to chaseNowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to wasteLife is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in placeGettin nowhere fast, a whole year done pastI vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinninRock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot womenIf it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering,My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ?I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood,If you ain't live like I live then run with the hoodI done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day stillRun with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ?Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shitTry to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wristEvery bit of 30 karats, this is not a gameThis isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brainAnd burn, then I recycle my lifeI shall return

[Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z]

[Woman]How tight is your flow ?

[Jay-Z]Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]How right is your dough ?

[Jay-Z]Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]How white is your blow ?

[Jay-Z]Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]Only writers you know

[Jay-Z]Cause I'm like that

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pumpSpittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chumpShit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want?Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva,And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeperCause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divasInpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha)Fuck hot my records got the feverNiggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped upI creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet upAnd shoes off, bout to snooze offHatin, cause you can't turn the booze offYou dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you allI might bark your ex, and spit at the locksBut, other than that I ain't even fucking with catsJust me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggsWhat's fuckin with that ?Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for thatOther then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh]Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya downLast nigga that fronted, two spun him aroundLord, except this offer here's somethin for your crownI admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one